Life An Endless battle For My grandfather:: Mysterious Days

For a person like my grandfather, who worked for nearly 14-15 hours, when he get out of the job line after retirement, he turned to a real trouble for the aged persons, surely a very good parent for the grandsons and granddaughters. This set true for my grandfather. He sent his younger son, my uncle to Dumka for his higher studies, and with him he gave 1man rice( 40KG approx), which my father took it on his head and travelled to Dumka, with his brother not talking to him, neither he talking to him. After the graduation, my father was doing his LLB in TNB College, Bhagalpur. After which he was offered a job on the shifarish of my grandfather, and he's appointed as the Steno of the DDC, Khagaria. But my uncle was not interested in this job structure, but my grandfather filled his form for a post in Central Bank, and forcibly made him to give the exams, with my father, who had came on leave for the Greha Pravesh of the new building. My grandfather with his earning, had acquired nearly 1 bigha jameen in the town. So, my father went and with him, went the clash. But the aunt in the capital city Patna can't bear it and finally made them talk after 13-14 years.

My uncle got the job, and he fled to Katihar, and my father to Khagharia. But the silence between my grandparents didn't broke. And the days for their marriage started.

Firstly, my aunt was married to my mother's uncle, and my father to my mother, in which my grandfather didn't take any part, except, helping financially. Then a trouble came as in the form of the land in front of our house, which my uncle bought on his name, taking nearly the deposits for m my grandfather, which he'd saved for the marriage of his second daughter. And so, my uncle married a girl of same caste, but of bad character and my second aunt to his brother, who killed him soon afterwards my aunt number 3 was married and made her murder an accidental case. It really broke my grandfather and made her so mad that he started sending letters to them, to police officers, so instantly to overcome his loneliness, and soon everyone take it as a fun to recieve his letters and throw it right away. This conspiracy had surely something to do with my uncle's wife, but she made my uncle believe that it was accidental and took her child under her possession, in spite of the fact that my father and my grandfather asked for the postmartem of the body, which they were completely against of. Now my aunt's husband deed paid him off as now he's become mad, and is ready to be admitted to Kanke Hospital, Ranchi.    

N​itish Kumar's; Silent and Respectful

 R​ecent elections polls had shown, how much people like development, an anti-violent state. Nitish Kumar's charisma which swept the complete elections result getting 206 out of 243 seats in the Bihar legislative assembly, leaving the other parties completely devaststed, has just one answer, "NITISH KUMAR". Five years before when he pledged before the elections to the aam janta for a better Bihar, people believed him, and made him the CM of the state, ending the Lalu's long run. What did he do actually in this five years?

He just kept his promise and made Bihar more crime free, and made people believe in development. He decrease the corruption level, thus the extra money used for our development, invited more and more companies to come and have trade with the state, develop the infrastructure standards like roads, bridges, with a better quality.

The most liked incident which we tell earlier before the Nitish's Raj was that I'm from Deoghar, a place at the border of Bihar and Jharkhand. So, whenever i went to my paternal house in Banka in Bihar, till Jharkhand i'd sleep very easily in the bus, and as we cross the border, I started jumping on the turfs of such a thrashed roads of Bihar, and complete my journey with so much headache and vomitting. As i jumped for the first time, I'd asked my father," Have we entered Bihar?" and the answer was always Yes. But Nitish Kumar came once or twice in Babulal's times to Jharkhand, and was astonished by its progress. So, when he became CM, he did the same with Bihar. And now Jharkhand is at the deteriorate position, while Bihar is on the bloom. now, I've first 10km difficult in Jharkhand, and rest 60KM in restive position.

So, see what a dramatic change has came in one rule. While Bihar got a better govt. and it developed, on the other hand Jharkhand got a corrupt CM like Munda, Madhu Koda, Sibu Soren and got deteriorate. If a CM has collected 4K crores of rupees in his tenure, what would be left for the people.

Was this victory of BJP or of Nitish? For me, it's just a victory of Nitish's government. Its his charisma that he continued to rule for another tenure in Bihar, and this time, I think he will have to face the problems of naxalism, flood. I think this should be the major issues, together with the development.

L​aloo Prasad Yadav: A Dynamic Politician

L​aloo prasad is the most elementary poltician, who had affected surely Bihar, but also globally to the whole country. He had the dream to become the PM of the country, which can be possible if he'd not been indulge in so many controvercial cases.

When he boards the stage, everyone gets alert. He make us laugh, make us feel our guilt, criticize the other parties, without any fear of the response. But the most important thing that interest most of us is his ability to pull masses. Only the case where he tried to disjudge the religious barrier, then he is surely astounded.

When he became the railway minister, he started many trains for Bihar, and also for the rest of the country. The most extraordinary thing he did was to make the railway out of the losses to a period of profits for the firsat time. But the basic question is that with so much overpopulated railways with passengers, how can it still go in losses. Laloo used his mind, he impress the masses by keeping the rates and charges as it was earlier, rather making most of the train labelled as Superfast, although the train still goes in Express rate, thus increasing the cost by 10Rs. And then increasing the number of sleeper seats, thus increasing the revenues. So, by keeping the rates constant, he made the monetary benifits. Such a politician he's and a perfect manager.

In last few month, he claimed charges on BJP and Congress, that BJP is letting loose on Congress on nuclear deals, for the fact that Congress would leave Modi out of his controversial caes, which on the one hand looks really possible. So, he's a real thinker too.

Love: My Defintion

You know, as you'd have read many of my blog, I had fallen many times to girls, but was lucky enough to save myself to fall in love with them. You'd be wondering, all of  a sudden what happened to me that I'm talking in such a manner.


Actually, Yesterday I's seeing I Hate Love Stories, and then I thought what was there that the hero really felt love about Sonam, or that for the last few days, in which he forgot his past life, and was talking to her only, which made him feel her absense, after she left. But really, if he'd have flirted with her as he was doing with rest of the girls, then he'd never feel her absence, but it was a movie, it'd to go that way. But in real life, what is love?


According to my definition, a love with a girl, means you really knew is carved out of a necessity. Just like in the movie, his necessity was talking to her. Now comparing him to my friends love story, he was first just talking to her for pleasure, which started from 27min, and soon it reached 4hrs, and now he can't have a days without talking to her. So, his necessity is talking to her.


have another defintion, then please write.

Life An Endless battle For My grandfather:: Silence Begins

After the independent days, he's gifted with another child, just a little change in sex, it was a boy. But he also died, this time in City hospital. These were hard times for my gramma, and granddad. He's to control his feelings and had to support his wife's feeling. Then came his father for the aid, and this time he consulted our native Guru, who gave them many taabizes, and bhasm, and asked the next child to be born within the range of cotton, and be far from the people's eye.

They followed it, and went to Bhagalpur to have their child far from their native, and my father was born. And finally they had their son, and happiness came their way. Just as we say,"Whenever God gives, he gives in number." Soon, their house were filled with the noise of seven children. Two elder sons, and five daughter to follow.

 But with numbers, comes problems. My uncle was never a nice boy. He was habituated to all bad activities. He was so accustomed to movies that he used to stole money from my grandfather's pocket to watch movies, and if my grandfather got to know about it, he left the office and went to theatre and bring him back with his streched ear, to which rest would laugh. This created hatred between my uncle and my father, which continues till now, and don't like changing with my bad attitude uncle. My father also had a lust for movies, but he followed more of a classical approach, where he'd asked his maa before going to the movies.

In this hatred one day, my uncle threw a battery with its full swing towards my father which hit him directly in his forehead, thus missing the target, eyes. He went unconscious there, which made him admitted to the hospittalized, and what he got was few slaps, which he was already accustomed to. My grandmother, using her mind told my father to avoid his brother, and stop talikng to him. This really became a hurdle. They both didn't talk to each other, from a five-year boy to 18-year adult. It meant 13 years, they didn't talked to each other. My father had a lot of such experiences. Even my aunts had not good ties with their brothers, rightly so. If boy is fed with milk, and girl with rice, the girl had full right to be jealous.

After so many years, when my grandfather can't tolerate this anymore, he asked his wife to try to break the shakles, and make them talked normal, to which she resisted and then came a big vow, taken by my grandfather, if you can't make them talk, then you should also feel the pain, and he didn't talked to her from 1974-2007. A 33 years of silence, in which both didn't talked, just bear the responsibility of caring their child, and gave them better education. 

Till his job, he didn't require his wife. Because he left early in the morning, and came back at night. Both time, his daughter would feed him. 

Then came, the most difficult situation

Life An Endless battle For My grandfather:: Pre Independent Days

After a very tough matriculation, he got the job as he's the few in the district to complete matriculation, under the British Regime, as a Steno to SDO, Banka in 1941. And soon after the job, he recieved a very high profile marriage offer from one of the rich people of his village, which he refused. But when the same marriage proposal came on consideration of his Teacher, his father can't refuse and he's married at a small age of 14.

Due to travelling problem, he shifted with his father and wife to Banka Town, and after getting his first salary, he bought a piece of land, and start building his house, but the Yadav's didn't let him too easily, and had to fight a legal case to get his land. When his boss knew about it, he send some of his men and the land came to him, and he build his small house there.

His duty was little hard. He went to office early, and return back at late night. He'd very limited time for the family. So, his wife, Swarnalata Ghose being a panchvi pass, started quarreling some time. But my grandfather had no effect on him. He continued his routine.

Soon, Quit India Movement under the supervision of Father of the Nation, MAHATMA GANDHI began, and in Banka, all the Government's holdings were nearly burnt. But still, he was inside and working for the bloddy Britishers, but he followed the principle of "Work is Worship". He's hurt sometimes, when he'd be caught by some of the activists. He remained hospitalized for three days due to a mass breakup in his office, breaking the glasses, and hitting him directly on his head. 

After few months, he'd a daughter when his wife gave birth to a baby girl in his village, but soon she died. Everyone tells a hag had a bad look at her, which had taken her life. People used to call it to avoid the reality of bad medical services in the villages. We feared her now also when we go to our paternal house. The grief struck the family keeping my gramma devastated.The Dayan Pratha is still there in our socitey,killing many innocent girls, just due to some bad evils.

After few years, with the complete nation, he faced the riot between Hindus and Muslims. He's just able to save himself and his family, from those riots, with the help of some strong Yadav's who he'd helped to provide the loans, and all the paperwork to save them, helped him to go underground at the peak of its riot.

His helping nature made him famous with the name Ghose Babu in the complete town. And finally, on Aug ​15, 1947 when the country was freed, he's freed of the feeling of working for Britishers.

L​ife: An Endless Battle For My Grandfather:: The Childhood Days

               He's born on a rainy day, in the month of july with his mother suffering from problem of overpuberty stage, and after some days as I had already told you, died giving my Grandfather, Late Sri Ravindranath Ghose, a bad omen name. Every relative were cursing him that he swallowed his mother's life, just as he's born, and doubted what he'll do as he grew up. He's given to his nana-nani for his development as his father and my Great Grandfather  Late Sri BadriNath Ghose, were always moving here and there, due to the British Government duty. 

               As he started growing, the comments started affecting him badly, and really he feel like that he'd killed his mother, but his nana told him that the relatives have evil thoughts agaist you, so they want to trouble you. He understood his family bargling, who are just telling them to hurt him, and take pleasure out of it. 

              He's very good in studies, so he passed all the exams very easily. He followed a tough routine, as adviced by his nana( maternal grandfather). he woke up at 4o'clock, study till 7o'clock, then do the daily work, and then went to school, returns at 3o'clock, then have his lunch, then nana would give Gita Gyan, then again go to study from 6o'clock, and went to sleep at 10pm. Everything went according to the plan. But something unexpected happened different from the plan.

              He's 8 years old, when an accident happened taking away his nana's life. He'd drowned in Paparni lake of the village Dumrama in Banka District of Bihar,that time Bhagalpur, and in the same year, his father lost his job, and his nani died as she can't bear his husband dyeing, and she also died. He was completely shattered after this. The relatives said both the problems were due to his ill fate. 

              Then only some money, which his father had saved, and some money earned by his father by doing the duty of a tutor at some house continued his studies. He moved to Bhagalpur where his father's brother lived, and started learning typing work, for which he covered 13-14 kms on the rusty and tattering roads of the city, barefooted. This was real dedication. His performance in all the field were making his uncle jealous.

             When he's in Class 10, to give the board exams, he required Rs. 12.50, but his father's savings were too less to upheld that, , whic was too big at that stage, so his father asked his brother
which his brother didn't gave. He pleaded before him, but he didn't give because he didn't want his brother's son to be matriculate, which was a very big thing at that time. Then his teacher gave him those money when he saw him crying, and thus he finally became a matriculate at the age of 13. His nani spend all his savings to give sweets to the complete village, as his grandson was the first matriculate from the village, especially to his uncle, who really burned in his jealousy.                     

L​ife: An Endless Battle For My Grandfather:: An Autobiography Of my Grandfather

​                       Everyone in this world recieves a new battle with every passing day. New Day brings new Challenges in His life. Some faces it, some fears it, and try to ran away from life, and try to search peace in himself, by going and leaving in an ashram, a real simple life. Thats easy, but the real battle is to face the reality, and face it head-to-head in this lustrous world, where no one is friendly to others, no one belongs to others. In this selfish world, if you've to live it, you've to face it bravely.

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The Resultant:What You Do, is What you get?

Really now, lets continue the journey to understand the riddle What You Do, is What you get. After the death of their parents, the six namely Ram, Shyam, Mohan, Nikunj, Raghu, Naveen. had a very nice life till the end came.
Naveen had to give fire for his only son, which is considered the most troublesome as per the Hindu Tradition, because as per our religion, the soul of a father didn't get peace till he's been given mukhagni by his son, but his son had died before him, and both of them, means he and his wife spend a very rusty end days, before Naveen died finally, mukhagni given by his brother's son.
Raghu died a peaceful death, but couldn't see the Kanyadan of his daughter, and his son married to a Punjabi girl, without telling him even.
Mohan's son were unemployed, and so they didn't keep their father, and he finished his last days in an Old Age Home but alone, as his wife had already died.
Ram was a sprint runner. But he went mad, and plan a full trip to Delhi on foot, this madness took his leg, and he became handicapped. His son became a drug addict, and a gunda, running away from police.
Shyam had an accident losing his leg, and his wife refused to carry his burden, so got married to an another person who was his boss, with his two children, and luckily for her, both had turned to a real professionals, with son working as a CA, and daughter is a Software Engineer.
Nikunj died without a son.

So, clearly don't do anything that your parent don't want, because parents are compared to God, as per our Hindu tradition, and their curse surely would strike you.

The Resultant: What you do is what you get.

You'd wonder what is this topic, but this topic is quite suitable to the incident I am going to narrate here now. This is an incident I heard from my father in my childhood days. The incident begins with a land controversy. Actually, this  is an incidet from the days of my great grandparents, my grandfather, my father, and somehow me.

Actually, my great grandfather Mr. X has a step-brother Mr. Y, both name just for assumption to decrese the multiplicity of the problem with their long names. Actually, Mr. X love him very much, but the problem being step-brother always hurt him like in movies. Mr. X was married and got one son, while Mr. Y got 6 sons. Mr.Y became too happy that he's 6 sons, what would be the problem, he'd have. But it brought greediness in his mind, because the land which he's got after division, is not suitable for six brothers, but the piece of land with Mr.X was enough for his only son.

So, when Mr.X wife became seriously ill after the birth of My grandfather, he asked Mr.Y some money. Mr. Y gave the money, only on the condition that Mr.X would give his piece of land to him. Mr.X thought the land would be safe in the hand of someone in the own family, and when he'll have money, he can take it back. But he didn't knew what's the actual intension of his brother. But to his lament, his wife died, just few days after the birth of her son, which gave a very bad name to my grandfather. After 8 years, Mr. X died. And my grandfather fought for the land.

But nothing happened as Mr. Y thought. He'd thought that he'd six sons, so he can have a very luxurious old age. But to contrary, his son didn't keep him with them, and threw them out. Finally, he went to Haridwar and spent his rest of his days in any ashram there, with his wife and cursing their sons.

Did this curse worked, read in the next blog.

Love Marriage: A Man's Tragedy

Hey, guys you'd wonder what you'd find interesting in my uncle's tragedy. But, there is something that I would like to share it with you. its his marriage, which was the first love marriage in our family tree. Lets see how.

Actually, the girl was the sister-in-law of Anunay( the groom )'s brother. So, she usually visits their home, on the festivals. We'd met her first in the reception of his brother. She's more of a show-off type, blackkish in color, so many scars on her face, and too much make-up as if she is Aishwarya Rai. Whenever we talked behind her, we ask who'd be the unfortunate to marry her. That was our view on the first day, but as days passed by, we came to know that she'd been always near to my all uncles, Sanunay, Sunny,Anunay. So, we soon realise that she's a very character girl, who just wants the attention, and company to get everyone under her control. She's branded R by us. But we thought she could trap Sanunay, Sunny kaku, but she trapped Anunay. 

But as much as I know that Anunay was the best of the lot, of my uncles, nice job, nice character,  nice attitude. But it  was  the  trap  set up  by her that he fall in her love, i hope so thats my assumption. As much as I know she used to call him daily, with the goddamn Reliance STD plan, and talk for hour. He's also a person, he started to like her. If you'll tell a person that a particular thing is nice a hundred time, than surely he'd fell that the thing is nice. She made a situation where he can't tolerate talking without her.

And after that she actually had shown her character, by having sex before the marriage, and I feel that this was my uncle's mistake, he should not have done that, and the girl's plan worked, and he didn't have any option, but to marry her, against his parents. It was also said that she's 3 month pregnant, when the marriage happened. 

Throughout the marriage, Granddad and Grandma were having their head down, and in this showk Granddad died after few moths of marriage, for which he'd to lament through out his life. Anyone who was happy was the groom himself, the girl's family, and her sister. Else every one was mourning.

What should be done with this type of girls, share your views?

A Trip To Her Marriage: The Secrets Unknown

Continuing from the last blog, where we'd reached the hometown of Amitabh Bachhan, Allahabad at the morning. I slept till 8o' clock, but the hangover was still not over, I was feeling too sleepy, but there're no one to co-operate. Standing before me, was a huge structure, Hrishi's Dad. And I had opened my eye with a vilnerable lecture by his dad on The Importance Of Waking Early. Nice way to start with. i went to fetch Tiwari, but didn't fing him anywhere, and peering to each room, didn't appeared nice for a nice-cultured family boy.

After half an hour, I got ready and was asked by the one of the Babhis to go to the top floor, and have a nice shower in the sun. I went to the roof, and found Hrishi talking to a girl from the other roof, attached to the roof. I was confused, how he managed to have so many girlfriend at the same time. One love, one girlfriend at college, one I just met. He's more or like a full-Fledged flirt to me. When she went for bathing, don't misinterpret that he followed her, rather he came to me, and I asked him about the new angle. To which he replied, that she's his girlfriend from his Childhood days, and if she was not of a low class background, he'd have loved her, and surely marry her. But her being of low class, he can't marry her. Because he's a brahmin, the topmost class in our society, and she belong to the  lowest class of our society. But still she liked him, and he like her, and she's beautiful.

Then we went to the nearby house of his locality, which was a Bengali family. We're greeted well. As if we're from a groom's family. But soon I got the reason, that the girl of that family had a big crash on Hrishi, and even she tried to sexually harrash him, and for few days, during his pre-engineering test, he went to a full-depressed state, and shoch state. So, eventhough he's selcted in one of the best colleges of Allahabad by UP CEAT, he chosed to go to Dehradun to be far from her. This was a new secret I got to know. We ran from there after hearing the reality, without telling them the reason.

A Trip To Her Marriage: The Jouney To Sangam

We took the train, and when train started moving, it gave certain pleasant feeling to body and soul.But what was paining, was my ankle, and believe me, for the first time i's regretting on my fatness. If i'd been thin and slim, then my ankle would not have such problem. But somehow, standing wise, we reached Bhatni, 2 hrs. from Siwan, when Hrishi came and called me to come with him. I went inside the Sleeper bogy, with general ticket, but it was terrible than standing. But i can't put down his request. For the first hour, it was very pleasant, sitting on the nice seat, eating nice food, chatting with Hrshi, and glaring at a very hot girl sitting opposite to his seat, watching the nature outside, and when her hair flew across his forehead, it was very tough for us to control our feeling, she'd just swept us out of our feet. With every minute, we're feeling lots of snake rolling on our body. For the morning session, we're flying away from a girl, and for the last hour, we're following a girl.

But with happiness, trouble also came, and the TT came asking for ticket, and Hrishi made me to run to the bathroom. I's in bathroom for more than 15 min, but it was really unheigenic to be inside for long time inside a train's bathroom. But i had no option, because i feared jails. After 15 min, i came out, he'd went to the next bogy, and then I moved to the door of next bogy. And started chatting with a passenger standing at the door. I saw the TT had given full permission to stand there till Varanasi station, So i also followed the same route, and we started talking friendly, to which the TT also joined. We had a fine hour, when I knew he'll go down in the Varanasi station, this put me in trouble, that you can't be sure with a new TT. So, when they went down in Varanasi station, i came back to the General bogy. This time more troublesome than last. I was feeling a tinge of fear standing at the gate, as if I'd floating outside, if I did a little mistake, but at last when clock strucked 2 at night, we're down at Allahabad station, but to my trouble, with pain, my leg was not letting me even to stand up. But I stood up and walked towards the Sleeper bogy with my leg still strangling, i didn't find him there, which put me in dilemma, what to do next? I don't know anyone there, except Hrishi, and my phone had already given up, thanks to the bad LG batteries. So, I sat there and started weeping, only by eyes. After 15-20 minutes, he found me, and started shouting at me, and then we went outside the station, and went home. 

At that time of Night, allahabad had tempo moving, and we went to his house, where his elder brother was watching Mahua Channel, singing "AAra hile, Chapra Hile". I finally sat down on the chair and felt relaxed, for the first time in last three days. We'd our dinner, thanks to dear bhabhis, a well made dinner, hot and crispy at 3:30 am. Then, we slept and I was soon at my dreamy world after so much trouble.  

A Trip To Her Marriage: She Chases

After the marriage was over, we left the place by neat morning at 9o' clock, eventhough opposed by Krish's family. It was really heartening for us to depart at that time, not by heart but by the body, because the journey and the marriage had taken the body strngth and rupture the configuration, but since Hrishi had reservation in the train, from Siwan to Allahabad. So, we left, and reached the station very soon, but to the desmise as was common with me, the train was 6 hours late. And to increase the temperature of our tension, the girl discussed in last blog was also present there, but with her parents. And was in the same platform, that tells us that she'd also to catch the same train. And if such thing happens, its going to be disasterous for us.


After few hours of sitting in the station, our belly started twisting, but we can't move as the train was announced, and the public strngth was a hell of amount. I didn't had the reservation ticket, so I had to settle with the general ticket. After every five to ten minutes, she came towards us, increasing the testesterone level inside us. But in panic, we're looking at the other side, but she followed that side too. I thought of barking at her, but luckilt, Hrishi's original girlfriend Nisha called him, and he started to avoid her, keeping his eyes close, and talking and talking. Finally, she went out of our way, and we're lucky that she's came to catch Vaishali Express, which left much before our train arrived.


At least some thing to cheer about. Then the train came roaring towards the station, a feel of hope filled us our heart. But the other feeling was with tension, about how to insert myself in the train with such huge crowd. I gave my bag to Hrishi, and myself went inside the genberal bogy. Hope for the best. The Journey continues in next blog.

A Trip To Her Marriage:Behind The Scenes

Actually, when the marriage was happening on the mandap, some secret thing was going in there with Hrishi. Hrishi, who was very popular among the girls for his good looks and legthy talks, was wearing a coat-paint in the marriage, and had a spike cut hair. When we entered the marriage initially, he got caught by Krish's sister who was studying with us. So, she took him inside, and since I don't know any one of them, so I also followed them. She went up and let us meet some of his friends, and some relatives. It was the first time we'd met Krish's mother. She was really kind, gentle and a real caring mother. We also met the bride, and kept our gift there.

 

But we didn't know that while meeting theit friends and relatives, an eye was following us. Wherever we went, those eyes haunted us. And during the mandap ceremony, she came near us and sat beside us. Luckily for me, it was not my side. She was sitting Hrishi's side, otherwise I had to face real trouble in the marriage. She started talking to us, telling "i don't like marriages, do you?". To which his neighbour responded," i like marriages very much." She had conversation with us with a little gap in between. But the real thing which she wanted was Hrishi's number, which he didn't give her. And we took a move from there. But she still continued to follow him through out the marriage. Always seeing him from some distance, as we'd chosen to sit just near Krish's family. But it became a matter of conversation, and a thought to cheer about for us.

 

After sometime, he gave her the green signal to talk. I don't know why? But this green signal put him in real trouble. She came near us again, little away from us. But she continued in the chatting process in which we're involved. We're just speaking "o-o-o" whenever she speaks. But surely she had fell apart badly on Hrishi, who already was in conversation with another girl, but he was a fun-loving guy, so he used that moment for his fun.

 

Another important thing in the marriage was the abuses which the women threw on the grooms, and his parent. We're laughing too badly at it. As it was a very good custom, to abuse grooms family.

A Trip To Her Marriage: The Marriage

After the journey as discussed in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/11/tour-to-her-marriage.htmlAfter reaching their house, we're feeling too sleepy, but we're on girls side, not on boy's side that we could have a rest, so we continued to work as much as we can. After some time, the same thing happened as that happened in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-key-locked-my-mind-lock.html but the case was different, this time it was with car rather than the room. So, we can't get it in the corner side. So, I, Krish, His Cousin Shashi, Hrishi took the whole car in our hand, as if we're taking a dead body, and put it in the corner. This was important, because the baraat had just entered the road. But it really took a hell of an energy of our body.

 

After sometime, the baraat came dancing, singing and exploding crackers, we also danced with them, since there were less dancers in the baraat. So, Krish stretched us with him. We danced for sometime, then we expressed our goodwills with each other. Then the marriage ceremony started in which first the brother of the groom, and gave a handful of jewellery to the girl, and then they return. Then, Krish who was holding the marriage as his father had already died as discussed in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-he-changed-to-man-from-boy.html went to the grooms place where they were stayed, and then gave something by taking handkerchief on his head, and peetles on his hand, and Rs.5001 on his hand. Then they came with the complete baraat, and the marriage started, with lots of Vedic Mantras and rituals. When they both landed on the mandap, they looked so cute together as made for each other. The marriage continued upto 4 o' clock, and kanyaadan finished by 6o'clock in the morning.

 

Luckily, i woke up in the morning and was able to see the kanyadan ceremony, and wept with them. No one can withstand that moment without weeping from your heart. i wept on the shoulder of Hrishi. But that pal also ended, and we're finally calm for the timebeing, but for me, the journey was not over yet. The other part in next few blogs. The next blog contains the happy and cute happenings in the marriage.

A Tour To Her Marriage: Phase 1

This is one of the most emotional trip, as well as most exhausted trip I had accomplished in my life. Actually, her marriage( Krish's sister marriage), i think you'd misunderstood it i hope, but don't be. It was fixed on the 24th of November, just 6 days before our comprehensive exams, so we're in dilemma to go there or not. But Krish will feel bad, that can't be done by us, as he'd already a trouble in life discussed in http://chulaku.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-he-changed-to-man-from-boy.html So, we booked the ticket and start our journey, but it was always a tough train journey as my fate predicts. The train which had to depart at 3pm came at 7pm, and get ready to leave at 9pm. The night was nicely done, by the Neeraj Cheeba's Zero Percentle, but the morning came a bad news of a train derailment before Gonda station, and the train which has to reach Gorakhpur, by 8am in the morning was standing at Gonda station at 12pm, still 5 hours to go.
But to our dismay, Vaishali Superfast was announced, as we'd planned to catch Vaishali in Gorakhpur, was going to overcome the train very soon. So, we're in dilemma, and my head was rilling due to no food from last day. But we ran through the line and get inside the Vaishali Superfast. But we'd enter the train in Sleeper bogy, and we'd General ticket.

I'm very afraid of the train TT's, but i's caught in a situation where i can be caught.
After few minutes, TT came towards me, after seeing him, we move towards the gate
so, we move towards the door of the superfast train, and by luck, he didn't check
 the people standing at the door, or near it. He went to the other side. Then, we moved
 towards the seat, and took one place in the bogy, but after two hours, he came back for
 checking the tickets. As he came near us, my heart beat started rising high. Just when
 he was two seats away, we went back to the doors. This time he shouted at the persons standing
at the doors. But the cause was to move away from the ddors,so we're eased. Finally, the journey
to Gorakhpur ended at 4pm, nearly 8 hours late.
 But we ran to the general bogy after reaching there, and as we know already the postion
of general bogy in the country, it was over populated. We're just able to get inside it.
After lot of shouting, we got atleast our gift on to some of the passenger sitting on the seats.
But in this thatching, my glass took a 180 degree angle and the glass came out of it. And it
changed to a hollow specs. After lot od trouble, we finally landed on the lands of Rajendra Prasad's
Siwan.
Our body had completely got twisted and curled in the whole journey. And as we just put our
body on the chairs, our body got stucked to it. We're unable to stand. But the hungry belly
needed something, so ate four-five omletes each. After few minutes, the car came to recieve us in the station.

A Trip To Wash All The Sins

You'll tell what i'm telling. yes, I am a human, and i had also done some bad deeds, like telling lies is common to me, sometimes i feel like i'm cheating my parents by enjoying most of the time watching movies, playing, going to shopping. And at that time, I feel like i'm a sin doer. And to get rid of this guilty conscience, when Kumbha was held in Haridwar, so close to Dehradun, we decided for a trip to Haridwar.

But we're not sure that we'll go to have a bath in Ganges in Haridwar. But luckily for us, it turned to be a sunny day, a perfect day for bathing. And we took our bikes, and in group of 6 on 3 bikes, we started our journey. Everything went fine till we reach the gates of Haridwar, where their was lot of police checking, and most of us without liscence. So, a senior names, Pratyush told the secret way to enter the city. He took the bike and we followed him. We went inside the jungles of Rajaji National Park, and was just able to cross the barriers made by police. We reached the other side of the barrier, and left for Har-ki-Paudi, and kept the bike in a dhaba near by the destination place. Then, we left for the place, and had to pass through many security checks, but finally, we reached at the banks of River Ganga.

It was a real great environment, fully devotional, and your mind also forgets all the bad deeds done by you. Then we took our changing clothes, and entered Maa Ganga laps. Just we've put a foot in the river, and all the tension diminished. Your head fill the coldness, and we're finally in the river, enjoying its freezy water. I just took 21 dubkis, as I thought that was enough for my sins, but my friend Hrishi took 101 dubkis telling that my whole life sins got washed away. We're in the river fir more than an hour, taking pictures too, and after get ready we went to Mansa Mandir, and on return, had more dubkis on our account to wash our tension and weekness created by the height in which Mother Mansa Temple is.